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Alright, this is one of my longest dreams, although it was kinda hazy and not much happened. Pretty sad, too. I was feeling kinda down for the whole morning.

Lucid?: Nah.

Time Period: Late Medieval - Victorian.

Percieved Length: About two days.

I think I should start with some backstory. In this dream, whoever I was, I belonged to a group of mercenaries. I don't know what we were called, but we wore blue clothing so I have named this group the 'Bluecoats'. This is actually pretty irrelevent and doesn't really play a large role in the dream.
I was in love with a DC, who was the daughter of a rich nobleman.

Alright, so the dream began with me and 'my love' (don't even know her name) sitting in a garden. We were talking, and eventually she invited me to meet her father. I told her that this was not likely going to go down well, me being a 'mercenary'. She said it would be fine.

The next day, I arrived at her house/manor/castle/estate, I don't really remember. We had dinner and her father seemed alright. I remember giving her a red rose at some point.

Some time during the evening, she wandered off on her own. I went looking for her. She was standing on the balcony overlooking the main entrance. She closed her eyes, and fell, with the rose still in her hand. I don't know why. All I remember after that was her father kneeling over her corpse, staring at me in disbelief.

Final Verdict:
Goddamnit.

So, occasionally, when I'm bored, I might post some pictures of my dreams that have been drawn on my iPad (rather crudely).
Hopefully the quality of the pictures will get better over time

This painting is from a dream I had a couple years back which was not recorded on this site.



http://s10.postimage.org/f5sn60hgp/IMG_2036.jpg

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